The Diary of Jim Farndale
His Travels to Canada
1911
The diary of Jim Farndale’s voyage to Canada, the year after the
sinking of the Titanic
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In this text dates are in red and explanatory
text is in purple.
The black text are Jim’s own words, written in
1911.
The following year saw the sinking of the
Titanic, in the early hours of 15 April 1912 in the same waters, at about
2:20 a.m. More than 1,500 people of the about 2,200 people on board were killed
during the tragedy.
THIS DIARY WAS
WRITTEN BY JAMES FARNDALE DURING HIS TRAVELS TO CANADA
31 MARCH TO EARLY
APRIL 1911
20 June
1911
June 20th/11
I hope that
everyone who may read this will overlook all mistakes and remember, that it was
not intended for other than to give a little information; and was written very
hurriedly; and I know is very imperfect.
I am very much
afraid I have failed to make it plain, so will not have accomplished my
purpose. It is to save letter writing and no one who reads it need expect
information given here to be repeated.
J.F.
My
voyage to Canada on SS Canada
Friday
31 March 1911
I left home on
March 31. It will be remembered, how we
hurried to station and were just in time, also that George had gone the night
before, and was to meet me at Darlington. It was on the afternoon of this
day, I was on the Guisborough and met two ladies, one of them looked very hard
at me, and caused me to wonder why she did so. When my friends pushed me
into train with my luggage. I know nothing of who was inside the compartment,
but on looking round I saw the young lady whom I had seen on my way to station,
but the rather curious thing about it, was, she had spent six years as a nurse
in Canada. (She is a nurse at Middlesborough) and had been to Webster’s
seeing their sick bay. She told me they had been talking about me in the
afternoon, and she thought I must be the person. She knew all about
Canada and was quite interesting to talk to. When we got to
Middlesborough I felt quite sorry for I’d been learning so much.
I was met by my
friend, Harry Watson, at Middlesborough, who had come from South Shields to see
me off and stayed with him till the last night to Darlington, so you see how my
evening was spent. I never had a chance of feeling lonely.
Beckwith (a young
fellow going out on the same boat) whom I had previously met at Redcar passed
through Middlesborough and was going to spend the evening in Darlington so we
agreed to meet there later.
It is rather
curious how things happen, Watson whom I have referred to had known Beckwith
before he went to America the first time, and Beckwith knew the young lady,
also whom I’ve referred to, but none of them knew that I knew any one of
them. Again, another coincidence.
I got into the
train and parted from my friends at Middlesborough and took my seat in the
compartment, when a lady sprang up and challenged
me. It was a family from Bolton some of you may remember how I heard of
them going on same boat and called to see them at Bolton, but only saw the
lady, although I did not at first recognise her. Well, now if I’ve made it
plain it would almost appear as though this had all been arranged, but it all
just happened.
On reaching
Darlington I was met by George, and later
towards train time Beckwith strolled up. We now learned that there was an
excursion to Liverpool, which was to leave an hour later than we intended
going, and arrived two hours earlier, but as we had luggage some of us were
bound to travel with it; George took the exit: leaving Beckwith and I to follow
and he saved about 7/6. Our train was so crowded that they allowed us
to go in a 1st class compartment. We had a good time and were
very comfortable till we reached a place call Northampton, where we had to
change and wait an hour and about 3am we had a quick stroll through this place,
which was fast asleep. We laughed as we thought how foolish we
were. Next train we were not so fortunate, but we managed to keep
everybody out of our compartment so as to be able to get a little rest for
after having had a long two days running about, we were sorely in need of
it. We thought, and were told, we had no more changes till we reached
Liverpool, we had taken off our boots, put on slippers and were having a little
rest, when the “fools” told us to change, so we had to rush up and pack.
It was about 8am
when we reached Liverpool and were filthy somewhat like sweeps and very tired. George who had been there a good
while, met us. Our first step was to look after luggage. All we had
to do was to check them and give our names. The ship company: officials
are there to meet train so it is quite simple. We went on and got to
business, had breakfast, and washed which was most necessary. We strolled
round town, doing our little business, got tickets made all alike, money
changed, and made a few purchases etc.
I got some cards
to send off, but the others wouldn’t wait, so had to write them in the street
when I had time.
We went down to
Dock about twelve o’clock, but the boat was not in and it was about 2.30pm when
she steamed in. The place was packed with
people and was very difficult moving about.
Liverpool
docks about 1910
However they were
soon ready for us to go on. We just walk past the Doctor bare headed
and he looked savagely at us and we passed right on. We went ahead to
find our berths, which was a simple matter. As our hand luggage was very
heavy we got the Co to take it along with the others, so had been taken on
board early. They sort it all out and take the wanted baggage to the berths
for us, but it is some hours before some of it gets there and we wanted certain
things as soon as we landed on board and it was with great difficulty that we
secured if from the others. They would not allow us to pass with
it.
Our next move was
to book seats at table, of course the seat you book first
you keep all the voyage through and we had up our minds that we would book
first sitting if possible, the reason why is; that it gets very late before
second sitting and one has to walk about passing time away in the morning,
which makes one feel sick. They begin booking seats straight away
in the saloon and give us our numbers. Another difficulty arose; I went
to book seats, and took the three tickets with me, but as Beckwith was not on
same deck as George and I, he could not sit at same table, and he very much
wanted to, but after a lot of persuasion I succeeded in getting us all seated
together.
I found out there
was time to write some letters (the pilot takes off mail about an hour
after sailing). I was busy with my letters when she began to move.
I hurried out to see the scene, people were shouting from both sides and clouds
of handkerchiefs and hats were waived as far as we could see but we were soon
out of sight of it all and away out at sea.
People were
allowed on board to see off friends until time of sailing, when they are
ordered off, but some had been left on and had to be put off at sea on another
boat.
The mail had come
on board and was spread out on saloon table for us to sort for ourselves.
There were lots of letters and telegrams. We sailed into a very smooth
sea and the night was just perfect, we soon passed away from land.
Saturday
3 April 1911
We did not land
at Ireland, but sighted and passed it about 8pm
on Saturday night. This was the last we saw of Britain. We
dined at 6pm. The boat is gently rolling everybody seems tired,
especially ourselves so went to bed in decent time.
SS
Canada
Sunday
2 April 1911
Sunday:-
Very fine
morning, and everybody seems in good spirits, there is, of course, no sickness as yet, but there are
some pale faces and judging from myself a few giddy heads. At breakfast:-
the tables all filled up, the sun is shining very brightly and is so warm and
many people are sitting and lying in the sun.
Personally I do
not take much breakfast but soon strolled out into the fresh air and left the
others behind, they chaff me a little; of course they are old hands at this
business. The food is really very good, and there is everything necessary.
This had been a truly glorious day, sea very smooth.
About 10.30am we
went to service in the largest saloon, the Chaplain is a fine young fellow,
he’s a pastor going to the States and is acting as Chaplain, he gave a very
nice address and the serviced passed off well and was short.
We can hire deck
chairs at 3/6 each, we get tickets and put our names on,
they are very comfortable and lots of people sit on deck all day, some bring
their own chairs, but they must be a lot of trouble.
This afternoon we
amused ourselves taking some snapshots, as it was so fine.
There is a
library, which is a very comfortable room; we
can get books at a certain time each day, and ours to pay a trifle for.
There is also plenty of writing material and good accommodation for writing.
There is a smoke
room and a bar, with attendants, who seem to be
pretty busy most of the time. Amongst the men, there is a lot of
gambling, of course everyone is trying to do some thing
to pass away time if its only sleeping. In each saloon there is a piano
and lots of people to play, having brought music with them for the
purpose.
We breakfast
7.30, second sitting at 8.30. Lunch at 12 and dine at six. They
bring round something they pretend is leaf tea (serving ladies first) also tea
and biscuits in the afternoon. There is plenty of fruit and if anyone is
sick they will bring us anything we need either to bed or on deck. So
there’s no fear of starving.
Sunday has passed
off very well and in splendid weather. People seem slow to make friends
at the beginning of the journey.
Any announcements
the officials wish to make are placarded up in saloon
entrance.
The collection I
have just noticed at service is 30/- and I think it goes to Seamen’s
charities.
We noticed on
board a lot of women, wearing a blue bow and we wondered why they did
so, we have since found out, they are being sent out by the B.U.P.A and
are in the charge of a Matron. I understand they are shipping some out
every month. A lot of them are going right west to the coast and some to
Calgary. There is forty of this party, quite a squadron. They all
sit together at table, three tables full of them. There are a lot of
women on this boat. I’ve heard lots of people say they never saw so many
on a boat. I should say more than half second class are women.
Monday
3 April 1911
Monday-
Very fine
morning, but sea just a little choppy and not so warm, boat rolling a
little. There is not much signs of sickness although some are looking a
little pale and a few are absent at table.
A big steamer
passed us today going same way, it was out of sight in a few hours. Anything of this kind draws a crowd
everybody is interested at any sign of life. This was a very fast boat;
it must have been a Cunard liner. It was rather annoying to be left
behind so quickly, but our boat is not travelling so fast about fourteen
miles an hour.
I had a little
talk with the pastor, he said he was afraid he would be sick on Sunday whilst
he was performing his duties but he was quite all right today. His wife
is on board and they are both busy writing letters of introduction for people,
when they reach their destinations.
Today we received
a wireless message from England but only short, it was put up for us to see.
I was talking to
a nurse who has been all her life in Canada (Toronto) and has been over to
England and Ireland for six months. I asked her about the winters in
Canada. She said it was the only thing she had missed during her
holiday. She thinks the winters are splendid in Canada.
I was sitting in
the library near some ladies, writing today, when one of them turned round and
asked me if I was an author, I, of course said no, but I may as well have said
yes. She said I was making such
copious notes she was sure I was writing a book (“of course ladies want to
know everything”).
I have met
several young men who are going to Calgary. One gentleman I met, who is
travelling round the world, with a party they are going to Vancouver then east
to Japan and back through Europe. He told me he was going to try and
speculate a bit in Vancouver and was quite interested in land.
There are a lot
of nice people on board, to look at the whole crew one would wonder what they
were going for, they are more like a pleasure seeking party, than anything
else. There is a lot of Clerks etc. and many of them say they are going
on the land. I have met several surveyors and engineers.
Tuesday
3 April 1911
Tuesday:-
This morning the
sea is rather rough and there is a strong wind facing us and the spray, for
the first time, is blowing up on deck, from the waves, it is also a little
colder and the boat is rolling more than ever today. There is a little
sickness this morning.
Later in the day:
The weather has
become quite changed. The wind having risen and raining a little. We are
now being “Rocked in the cradles of the Deep”. Most of us are feeling it
a little now. I myself am feeling very bad, and cannot eat much, it is
not a nice feeling, but it is something new and all interesting. There
are lots of very interesting people on board, and as time goes on one makes
lots of friends.
Wednesday
4 April 1911
This is what
happened on Wednesday:
I have missed a
day out, which was very rough all day; towards evening the wind rose and
the sea at bedtime was very heavy and we thought we were in for a rough
night. I’ve not been able to eat at all today; there has been a lot of
sickness.
We passed some
sailing vessels. I don’t know how they live at all; they were tossing just like
corks on the boiling sea. We soon left them. There was a lecture
on Esporantos, but I was feeling too ill to do
down to hear it, and one feels best in fresh air on deck. There are some
gifted singers on board. Some professionals. There is music and
singing every night.
Esperanto
is the world's most widely spoken constructed international auxiliary language.
Created by the Warsaw-based ophthalmologist L. L. Zamenhof in 1887, it is
intended to be a universal second language for international communication, or
"the international language" (la Lingvo Internacia). Zamenhof first described the language in Dr.
Esperanto's International Language (Esperanto: Unua
Libro), which he published under the pseudonym Doktoro
Esperanto. Early adopters of the language liked the name Esperanto and soon
used it to describe his language. The word esperanto
translates into English as "one who hopes".
Thursday
5 April 1911
Thursday:-
Has brought a
great change over us all after a terrible rocking all night everybody or
nearly so is sick, half in bed including myself. I had something
brought to me to eat, but very little (although I’m so bad I cannot eat).
I was forced to laugh when George and the other fellows were getting up, every
few minutes the boat would give a big heave, and one of these fellows a young
“fool” (sleeping on opposite side to us) instead of going out to wash was
washing in room, when suddenly the boat gave a big swing and his water was
dashed all over, and came on to George’s bed, practically everything was moving
in the room. I had some bottles on washstand, one of Eucalyptus oil was
broken and spilled, they are all growling about the smell of oil. They
had to dress by instalments as they could not stand for long at a time.
Our berth is an outside one, with a port hole, or little round window and as we
lie we look right on a level with the sea and watch the great waves rising
mountains high, beating away and rising again.
I’m told there
were very few people at breakfast this morning. The little window
was sunk deep into the water, and then right into the air, making the room
first dark and then light. Which was rather unpleasant and making one
more dippy. I tried several times during the morning to get up and failed,
but at last after dressing at intervals, unwashed and collarless, with overcoat
and rug, I managed to crawl on deck, and found there a fine state of affairs,
which was quite a novelty to me. The fore part of deck, as the wind and
rain was facing in the night before they had run canvasses round to keep out
the storm which formed a good warm shelter on each side of deck.
Instead of people
walking gaily round deck, they were huddled in these covers lying, a
helpless mass of human beings anyhow to get ease. However I took my
place and lay for hours on the hard deck with just my rug. This was the
most any of us did.
There were, of
course, a few people moving about and could afford to laugh at us but everyone
was effected more or less and those who walked staggered like drunken men, and
it was only by the aid of stormy ropes that anyone was able to walk. On
these occasions they tie strong ropes from side to side and from end to end of
deck, for supporting passengers, the waves are rising and splashing on
deck.
It is indeed a
fine sight to watch a rough sea and it is fine also to be right in the
midst of it, and have the same sight all round. There were no chairs used
today they would not allow anyone to use them and I should think, no one would
wish to use them. The Stewards and Stewardesses were busy all day
attending helpless people on deck and in bed, for very few people went to
meals. Towards evening the sea calmed slightly and many of us began to
walk about a little. I walked a good deal and by bedtime felt a lot
better but stayed out very late on deck and we saw a decided change in the
weather, before retiring. This will appear to have been a bad storm but a
storm is not very bad and there is nothing takes it
place and I must say I have enjoyed it more than anything else all the way and
after it was over was glad I’d been in it; for it is an experience worth
having.
They say we
passed some more sailing vessels today. George and Beckwith had been
chaffing me all the way, about being ill, and said it was homesickness, but on
this particular day they had not much to say. George was ill a little,
but Beckwith was not much affected; he had been in to every meal; even he was a
bit pale.
Friday
6 April 1911
Friday:-
This morning the
sea is quite calm, but there is some fog, and it is a bit chilly,
although there are a few sick people, most of them have turned out today, but
are still looking pale. Everybody seems in better spirits and there is much
more activity on board. There are notices up this morning urging us to
get our money changed; that the Purser will change money at certain times
during the day. Also asking Halifax passengers to sign their names to a
list in saloon entrance so that their luggage may be sorted. The next
time I travel over here I shall be on a quicker boat, six days is long enough
unless it was in Summer when it would be very pleasant. We have been in a
thick fog today, and the fog signal is most deafening. I was looking forward
to my voyage but am now looking more eagerly to the end of it. I don’t
like the smell of the sea now.
The party of
“blue bow ladies” are having a meeting, I suppose arranging for landing.
On the two stormy
days the guards were round the tables to keep the things, they are not a little
inconvenient they just resew them on the edges over the table clothes.
Almost
exactly a year later, Titanic struck an iceberg and sank in this part of the
Atlantic. RMS Titanic was a British passenger liner, operated by the White Star
Line, that sank in the North Atlantic Ocean on 15 April 1912 after striking an
iceberg during her maiden voyage from Southampton, England, to New York City,
United States. Of the estimated 2,224 passengers and crew aboard, more than
1,500 died, making it the deadliest sinking of a single ship up to that time.
It remains the deadliest peacetime sinking of an ocean liner or cruise ship.
Saturday
7 April 1911
Saturday:-
There is a strong
wind blowing, but the sea is very calm. Rather cold and foggy; everybody
is looking anxious and the chief topic of conversation is; what time shall we
reach Halifax tomorrow, for after today’s reports we now know that if all goes well
we shall land tomorrow. Everyday they put up
the report on progress and we know how many miles we have done and how many
still to go; it is shown on a chart just how we are going and the route.
The tables are all filled today and everybody seems quite recovered.
There is, tonight, a concert organised by passengers, it is the
final. They have got our programmes and are 3/- each and are going for seamens orphans etc.
My seasickness
cure did no good, or perhaps I didn’t give it the
chance. I simply hadn’t energy to take it. I should never
bother with anything except a little special diet. I have been told by
many people to eat whether having an appetite or not, but I will never act on
that advice again. I think that is wrong; fasting for a few days is more
likely than the other. Sea-sickness is not worth thinking about, as it
never kills, its no obstacle, but there is a great
difference in people; an old Sea Captain told me (who’s been a sailor all his
life) that he is still sick every time he goes to sea and some folks are
half-dead, whilst others are not affected in the least.
The clocks have
been put back half an hour each night at midnight since we left Liverpool. The sea is tonight very calm; the sky
is quite clear and I’ve been watching the first American sunset which is
exceedingly pretty.
I have been down
several times looking among the 3rd class, the conditions are very
bad, the people are fearfully crowded, and they have
no room to walk about as I escaped on the stormy days they could not go out on
deck as they are only a trifle above the water line, they would be washed
overboard. There are a good many foreigners down there, also, but there aren’t
any on 2nd class.
The concert
passed off very well, the proceeds were £6-17/-. There was a collection
in addition to the selling of programmes, and it all goes to same cause.
The chair was taken by the Chaplain and the saloon was packed.
Tomorrow we
breakfast half an hour earlier, as they expect an early landing.
Sunday
8 April 1911
Sunday April 9/11
(this seems to be an error as Sunday was 8 April
1911)
Everybody is
astir early, and the deck is crowded with people
looking for land. It is a very clear morning, but severely cold.
People are packing and getting out their baggage, the gangway is being crowded
with piles of baggage.
After breakfast
we tipped the Stewards; each passenger tipped their bedroom and table
steward. I expect they are very badly paid and so probably rely on
tips. It is rather a nuisance, but there is one good point about it, they
are much more obliging. When they expect something, each table steward
has about eight to attend and bedroom steward so many rooms, so they will make
a good thing as some will give each a dollar, some more, and of course many
less.
About 9 o’clock:-
they slow down and are waiting and watching for pilot everyone is flocking to
the decks . We all expected we had our last meal on board, when to our
great disappointment, a dense fog set in and presently it came on a snow storm
and blew very hard and we all had to retire to saloons, there to await
developments. There are all kinds of rumours that the pilot is lost and
that we are scouting round finding him, once we came to a stop, for first time
in nine days, but there is no news of pilot.
However the storm
still goes on, and we have now turned round and going back into sea, and it is
definitely settled that we shall not land today. We are just
hovering around passing away time in a thick fog and blinding snowstorm.
So we have, after all our preparation to settle down again.
This afternoon a
good many people were in the saloon and the Chaplain invited a vote as to
whether he should have a service and we had one, which was very nice and put
time on. A woman down in 3rd class broke her leg and they are
gathering for her and will be delayed in port, they have collected about £10.
I was really glad
we were staying on all night, as I’m afraid we should have spent a rough day on
land probably at Halifax and we were quite safe on board.
Monday
9 April 1911
Monday:- landing
They were all
astir quite early about six o’clock. I went out on deck and found we were
sailing right into port with land on each side. The hills were all
covered with snow and looked very rugged. The snow the previous day
had made the deck very slushy and was fast melting.
After breakfast,
everybody seemed to be on deck and there was tremendous bustle and excitement
as we sailed up to Halifax.
Unfortunately,
however, there was another large Ocean boat sailing in ahead of us and of
course that meant delay. It was the “Hesprian”,
which sailed the day after us. There was a rumour that she had nearly run
into us the night before, amidst the fog, but she no doubt was a little too
near us.
The Doctor and
Inspectors came on and went down amongst the 3rd class passengers.
Tugboats were
steaming about and after what seemed a very long
wait they pulled us up to the landing stage. They were soon at work
getting out the baggage and everything was brisk. Halifax looks a very
old-fashioned town. There was quite a lot of sleighing going
on. We could see them in the streets from the boat. We
however, again lunched on board and it was somewhere about 2pm when they headed
us all in the largest saloon and the inspectors were soon at work. We
have to produce our sailing tickets and a ticket which is given in the day
before by boat officials and all families together. They want to know
what we have done in England? How much money? What are we going to do and
are we going to stay? They give us a stamped ticket and its over. We pass on.
Halifax
pier 1905
The Doctor just
sits and watches us all pass; of course there is a Doctor on board all journeys
and he talks with Gov and so suppose he knows if any one
on board ails anything.
It was about 3
o’clock when they at last allowed us to go off and we just had to show the ticket given
us. We carried our bags which were very heavy and the man at the further
end of custom houses passed them and allowed us to pass out.
We moved on to a
restaurant in the town, where we left our hand baggage and
had supper.
We then found
Post Office and posted letters, had a look through town. There was
not much but fast melting snow; hence the slush. It is not a very large
place, but has its car service. It lies in a very hilly position, right
on a hillside. There does not seem to be much business going on here, the
shops are small and mean looking. So that there was nothing worth wasting
time over. Some of our party were inclined to stay all night but we
finally decided to get out as soon as possible.
It was quite
unnecessary but we felt safer having it with us. The stewards from boat
carry it right into Customs House for us, and its
quite a simple matter getting them to do if, if one looks after them.
Our next business
was rather more difficult, sorting out our heavy luggage and getting it passed. It is just piled up in huge heaps,
tons of it and it is difficult in such a crowd. There were two boats
landed on this particular day and two before were estimated 5,000 landed in
three days; imagine the crowds, it was intense; so it will be easy to imagine
the slowness of the process of sorting luggage. There are no porters to do
everything as in England but everybody has to look after their own.
However, after a lot of trouble turning over heavy bags we finally found each
of our own. The customs men just walk round with chalk and mark them but
the difficulty lies in getting them, as everyone wants them at same time, so
that when one comes our way, we just have to make a rush at him, and try to
persuade him to work at ours, so at last we were successful. He asked
what we’d got in, if we’ve anything he can collect duty on. Its so easy to say no but we had high hopes and quite
prepared to let him have a look if he was so inclined. However he passed
it without further trouble.
We next had to
proceed to RG checking office, a very
important matter, we showed our tickets and they gave us checks, one of which
had to be put on boxes. When we came to mine, the fellow fumbled asking
if it contained lead. I informed him there was not more than 300lbs and
asked if he wished to see what it contained but he said they would not allow so
much weight in our package, however he finally passed it over and I was alone
with it for the time being.
The trains had
all been sent off, they could not get the immigrants away quick enough;
we found it would be hours before we could be away.
People were lying
about in the shelters, it was so crowded, the place very hot, but we were bound
to stay there and wait.
The trains do not
come under shelter, but passengers have to go outside and get in off the
ground, there are no platforms, it is just same
as getting into a tram car and they are similar to tram cars inside. It
was about two o’clock when the train glided along, and there was quite a
stampede and those first in got the worst accommodation the train was
already nearly full so many of us got in. Our party (5 of us) were
unable to get together, we got seats here and there. We sat in train
till five o’clock before we started; it was such a messy business. The
cars we got in had no sleeping accommodation so we of course just had to sit.
The prospect of sitting a week was not very becoming to us, but those
were the best hopes we had. One of our party had got a tourist ticket,
eventually paying about 4f more than we had, of course George had his first
class return ticket, were travelling same as us, and seemed not too amiable
but it is a decided mistake to get tourist ticket at this time of year, they
get no better fare to the crush. I had tried to persuade George to travel
ahead of us but he travelled with us a day and half and left us and went by
Montreal.
Before starting
they had to put more carriages to get all passengers in first as it was
breaking dawn when we started.
There was a young
man sitting next to me who we had noticed on the boat. He had been a
solicitor in Sheffield, having lost his hearing he had come out to Canada three
years ago and worked at farming, been back to England for a holiday. He
could only be spoken to by speaking tube, which he always carries. He
came along with us from Halifax. He is well educated and most
interesting. George he and I fed together, each have our own food.
Our grub which we brought from home is all very good and quite fresh.
Everything is so very dear. We were fortunate to be prepared and owe much
to those that so well provided us. There is in every coach a shower
but it is a nuisance and gets very dirty.
So many people as
usual want it at the same time but get tired of waiting. So my spirit
stove was most useful. We had a somewhat smoky breakfast the first
morning but we were glad our eatables were all good. One mistake I made
in packing I had put too many things together.
Tuesday
10 April 1911
The country
through which we passed the first day was very broken a lot of timber
and bush with only patches of land cultivated or fit for cultivation.
There was a good deal of snow for a good many miles after leaving Halifax, but
in getting further inland we found much of it had disappeared. We stopped
at most of the small stations, but only for a few minutes and we travelled very
quickly.
This part of the
country is not very interesting, it was so rough. We reached St. Johns
in good time the first evening, but just before reaching it for a few miles
we passed through a better country. We had about twenty minutes to wait,
but were afraid to go very far into the town. It was a nice place, very
similar to Halifax. Very hilly scenes almost built on a hillside.
It is however quite an old fashioned place. The snow was all gone and
streets quite clean.
Trams, of course,
were running all over the town it seemed a very
busy place and had many large business houses. I cannot say much about
it, as I did not see a quarter of it.
Wednesday
11 April 1911
After passing
further it was through I think, the loveliest country I ever saw, as far as one could see there were hills
covered with green spread trees. It looked just like the pictures at
the lecture at Glasgow on the Rocky Mountains. This part is well
worth seeing; there is also a shallow stretch of water runs about the
town. I’m not sure whether it is the St. Lawrence, it can hardly be that,
but it certainly is a most beautiful sight and the sight was very fine and certainly
showed it up to advantage but could see the hills towering up for ten miles and
looks fine over such a stretch of land. After passing away from that
lovely region we came to better land for some distance. We travelled all
night at a fast speed. We could of course go from one end of train to
the other, to see who’s in, and we were on the look out
for sleeping apartments. The deaf Gent, who’s name is
Roberts found a place somewhere to sleep and I had a seat to myself. He
also found a lady with three kiddies. She hadn’t got a supply of bread.
We gave her some of ours and bought her a supply at St. Johns. She was
going to Montreal, so we arranged to take her place next day after she left
train. She had good sleeping accommodation; after we had made this
arrangement someone else came along after same purpose, so we were just in
time. We had been hoping all along to go to Montreal, when the officials
informed us they were going to branch us off at Montreal which is
another six miles from city itself we were so disappointed. They had to
take our car with other passengers and the “party of women”. George
another of our party (the one with tourist ticket) decided to leave us to take
the Montreal route and the rest of us had to do as we were told for the
time being anyhow. It was about noon said day when we reached the
“parting of the ways”. It was right out on the prairie; no station; and
the great powerful engines three in numbers soon had the train separated after
a lot of shunting about.
Everybody had to
look out for themselves, for they seemed to respect nothing, they go right on
whether people are ready or not. So after
travelling together for two weeks the party was “split” up and folks get a
little excided at these times.
The new section
of train slashed out at last, we were all at the windows waving etc. until the
Montreal party turned a corner and was out of sight. Many of us never to
see each other again. On we go again racing over a very rough country
for many hours, there was a lot of land not fit for
cultivation. This was to me rather surprising, finding so much
rough land in this settled old country. There has so far been very little
really good-looking land, sometimes we travelled hours and never saw a decent
farm.
There seems to be
lots of lumber yards and seems to be the chief industry if that is the
name for it, also I notice the fences are all wood and very clumsily put
together. I suppose they have a way of putting up in a shape, with some
nails, but takes about as much more timber as fencing in English style.
Another
separation has taken place. The Toronto passengers have been cut off,
hitched to another train and have now left us and of course we shall probably
not see them again.
Thursday
13 April 1911
Thursday 13th
We are now at
a place called (Smith Falls) from Montreal it is a double track and going
straight on south of Toronto, but we must turn north again a little to get
to the Winnipeg track. After leaving this place we have a very
good run during the night of about 200 miles and arrive at a place North
Bay about four o’clock. It is quite a centre on this line. At
this station, our friend Roberts left us, and so I’m left almost alone, except
for Beckwith, who spends most of his time with a rather rowdy gang of men, not
however far from me, but a little too near.
Train
station at North Bay on the Grand Trunk Railway, about 1910
Roberts and I
went round to a restaurant, as soon as the train stopped. We found that
Roberts’ brother had been there waiting since about midnight but had gone to a
hotel in town and after saying “goodbye” he left luggage and went off to the
hotel. We were informed our train would stand twenty minutes so that we
were afraid to go far, however instead twenty mins: we were kept waiting four
hours. We never know when we may be pushed into a siding for a few hours,
as these are not regular running trains, most of the line is single and they
have to get through when it is clear. Sometimes we have a long wait, when
a train whisks past us and away we go.
North Bay is
quite a busy town of about 1200 inhabitants, and seems
a fine place. Last night a rather amusing incident occurred. I was
sitting reading about midnight when the conductor came round to look at our
tickets. One of them came a little ahead of the others to wake us I
suppose. It was such a business, some of them did heap reproaches at the
conductors, but they took it all in good part.
Friday
14 April 1911
Friday
After leaving
North Bay we seemed to be getting along well and we imagine we must be in
front of Montreal party when we stopped at a small place named Chaplan. A few minutes following us another train
drew up behind us and we were surprised to meet some of the other
party. We found they were all there, but the train was running in
two sections, their one soon went out and left us once more. The other section
drew up later and we found George and his companion in it. They having
spent 8 hours in Montreal and were now to go ahead of us. They soon left
us waiting but we could not help ourselves. George and tourist young man
were travelling first class. I understand there are more colonist trains
in front and two behind independent, of the two just passed on. Each
train has about 14 coaches, I am all crowded.
After leaving
this place about 6 o’clock we travel at good speed all night. By daybreak
we are just coming to the coast of Lake Superior. It is similar to
looking over the sea, the scenery in many places is very pretty, the waves are
darting up round the coast, and against the huge rocks. We pass quite
near it for about 100 miles along the coast. Lake Superior is, I think,
over 300 miles long and about 160 in breadth. The C.P.R. has a stream
boat service from “Vault St. Marie”, on the east coast to Fort William
west. There is a short distance from the coast, a number of small Islands, some
of them covered with green trees and rocks which are exceedingly pretty.
We have also passed two horseshoe curves and the track is close to the water
edge. It is a fine sight to view along a long train such as this, gliding
swiftly round such curves. It is most wonderful.
Much of the Lake
near the coast is still ice-bound and we were all much interested in the sight,
four dogs, during the day, were seen trotting leisurely along in a sleigh, in
which were two men. It was most interesting.
This morning I
was walking along the railway, whilst the train was standing to get water, when
I met a young man whom I knew quite well, but was so taken by surprise, that I
could not for the moment bring to mind who he was. When I remembered it
was one of the Potters from Mosgrove Park. The whole family were on the
train and although I had walked the length of train inside and out I had never
noticed them and they had not noticed me. They were in the front of the
train. They had been 13 days on sea and landed St. Johns same day as we
landed at Halifax.
The two main
places of interest we have passed today are Fort William and Port Anstruther,
which are practically near, quite busy places, just I believe, divided by
shallow river.
I understand
there are lots of works here and some mines. We of course have passed away from
the great Lake.
Saturday
15 April 1911
Saturday 15th
Last evening we
travelled very fast 300 miles and arrived in Winnipeg about 4am. I
was determined to see Winnipeg. Beckwith was not inclined and would go along
with his party, their train was in waiting. I saw them off and eventually
went off alone. The morning was very cold and frosty, the streets all
frozen up, cars were running and a few restaurants were already open.
I walked out a
little, but found it much too cold, and was obliged to return. I hurried
back to station where hundreds of people were waiting. I did a little
reading and writing to put on time. About 7am I left my luggage at the
office and went out for breakfast. After which I had a long walk right
through the town. I arrived back in time to see the people flock into
“Eatons” famous establishment, meaning of course
the work people.
Eaton’s
department store, Winnipeg, 1910
The
T. Eaton Company Limited, later known as Eaton's and then Eaton, was a Canadian
department store chain that was once the largest in the country. It was founded
in 1869 in Toronto by Timothy Eaton, an immigrant from what is now Northern
Ireland. Eaton's grew to become a retail and social institution in Canada, with
stores across the country, buying-offices around the globe, and a mail-order catalog that was found in the homes of most Canadians.
There were
hundreds, seeing them go in gives one a better idea of what the place is.
It is a huge building and stands eight storeys high and five floors are open to
the public. I spent nearly two hours inside, looking round. One
may buy anything it is possible to get here, and at a much cheaper rate
than at ordinary stores. Winnipeg is a splendid place and is growing very
rapidly, wherever one goes, building and street developing is going on very
largely.
After having had
lunch, we resumed our journey leaving Winnipeg about 1.30pm. I was
almost entirely amongst strangers this time as most of those whom I’d travelled
with had gone straight on. I had not seen George but concluded he’d gone
right on, however he had arrived in about midnight.
We were now right
out on the open prairie and a fine country too, by far the best farming country
I had seen the whole journey. We are
having a lot of stoppages now; people seem to be getting in and out all along,
hence the delays. We’re not getting along half so quickly, a decided
change in our speed, but we only stop a few minutes. There are a few
small towns. I suppose they are all called towns in this country.
Shacks and small farmhouses dotted here and there, but seem quite a distance
apart.
Before dark we
passed through Brandon, which is a decent little place and sometime early in
the evening we pass out of Manitoba into Saska Chewan,
at a place called Kinkella and have 400 miles before reaching Alba. We
continually pass empty trains gong back east, they go at a terrific pace.
There are, out here a lot of small lakes and there seem to be a good many ducks
and geese on them. It is quite a ranching part also, as there is a lot of
cattle.
Sometime during
the night we have passed Moore Jaw which is quite an important place,
the population I believe being about 1200.
Sunday
16 April 1911 (Easter Sunday)
Sunday April 16
Easter Sunday
This my third
Sunday of travelling, I hope it will be the last. I had almost forgotten it
was Easter, until whilst reading papers I came across some Easter news and it
sort of reminded me. I travelled some part with a Yankee today,
but he got off at Medicine Hat about noon. This place has about
5000 population and I understand is a fast growing place.
We are now in
Alberta our last province. They took off some of the
coaches today, we were rather crowded.
I met a young man
from Redcar today; he says I’m the first man he’s met from Cleveland, in the
final years he’s been in this country. He has homesteaded in Saska Chewan and was now seeking more land. I think he said
his father had been in the milk trade at Redcar, or had been, he was awfully
pleased to meet me, and of course wanted to know all about Cleveland. We
travelled together to Calgary, we travelled through a fine country and reached
Calgary at 6pm.
Roberts and his
friend were waiting for me. Beckwith, who had promised to wait at Calgary
after waiting a few hours had already resumed his journey so that I did not see
him again.
They took me
round to see my box, which was badly broken but we tightened ropes a little
and went off to the Hotel where we had dinner, had a stroll round town,
which was very lively and a great many people. However, we soon made our
way back to the Hotel, and got off to bed in decent time, where we had a good nights sleep, the first, almost, for weeks.
Monday
17 April 1911 (Easter Monday)
The next morning,
it came on to snow heavily but we heard Martin was waiting at Olds, had come
in on Saturday to meet us. We decided to take the first train out.
However we slept rather long and had to rush breakfast etc. as our train was
due at 8am. On checking my box at Halifax, addressed only to Calgary,
also I was only booked to Calgary, so had tried to get luggage, but failed to
get it on train and only just got it checked in time to catch train myself
having to leave it behind. After leaving Calgary, we were soon away
from the snow, into a fine farming country, I suppose very good land.
This train was very crowded, many having to stand. It was a two hour
journey up to Olds. Martin was waiting on platform, he was the first
man I saw standing with a dog by his side.
Olds,
late nineteenth century
Olds Railway station about 1920
He said until the
moment he saw me he had never been sure whether I was coming or not as only
George’s luggage had arrived, he naturally thought I had not come.
The next problem
to decide was whether to wait for my baggage for the next train was probably
bringing it but that meant staying overnight. We eventually however
decided to set out without it.
They assured me
this was the longest journey I’d ever make behind horses, and I think it was. The roads were not very good being very
wet. However the horses were in good condition and we started out
about 11am. On this rather tedious journey they informed me it would take
us till 9pm and would be very cold so we wasted no time. After
driving at a good speed for nine miles we unhooked the horses, in a “Goulee”, fed and watered them. We had a great many good
English cakes packed in a box, we did not starve. After a little rest we
again started out, but we could see the Rockies quite plain, which was a
beautiful sight when covered with snow. They are some miles from here,
quite a distance but are able to see so distinctly.
After about 12
miles further we pulled into a stopping house, where we had supper and
fed and rested the horses. It was about 5pm when we started out
once more to complete our long journey. It was a fine night but
desperately cold.
The road was
quite straight, no turning, till we turn in at Martin’s gate, it was 9pm
when at last we did turn in.
Martin
Farndale (FAR00571) had homesteaded near Trochu in 1905.
Martin’s
house near Trochu.
Martin’s shack, when it was still standing in 1981.
Herbert and Lang
had intended staying out on this day but we’d already heard on our way they had
not done so. We could see they were still there, by the lights in the
Shack. They had evidently heard us coming and were busily preparing for
us.
The end
of the journey of 18 days and 5,500 miles
A few more
minutes and we were at last at our long journeys end. After travelling
18 days, night and day, were really not sorry after travelling 5500 miles
to know it ended for a time.
I’m afraid we all
sat up rather later that night, “Five lonely old batchelors”.
Tuesday
18 April 1911
The next day
after our arrival I had a good look round the immediate neighbourhood.
Martin’s place is very good land, the whole district seems to be good
and will doubtless become a good farming part. But that which surprises
me most is the irregularity of the land. I had heard it was what
they call rolling but that apparently means more than I expected, for I
should call a lot of it hilly, of course there are no big hills such as we are
accustomed to in England of course no trees, so that we can see a way in some
places. Sometimes there is a hill, and we can only see a few hundred
yards but on reaching the hill top we may look over a stretch of 10 yards then
another and so on. I expect to see it much more level than it is.
These short steep hills also make the roads much heavier than they would be in
a really level country, there are some parts much flatter than this.
Wednesday
19 April 1911
On the second day
Herbert and Lang wanted to drive to Trochu Valley a settlement 10
minutes from Curlew Pass to see if they could learn anything of the fishing
boat which had been frozen in the river, as they wanted to cross to get to
their land. I drove with them to see the place.
Olds, Lochrin and Curlew are in a distnct
line, east and west. The road is quite straight all
the way. Between Lochrin and Olds the distance
is 40 miles. Curlew being 30 miles from Olds. There are telephone runs
all along, between the three towns and runs right along Martin’s fence which is
on the road side. Lochrin is quite a busy
little town, it is growing very rapidly. Olds is the nearest station so
imagine hauling materials 40 miles by road to build a town, this is however,
what these pioneers had to do.
The railway grade
is cut right through it ready for the street, so they are sure of getting
trains through this year and then this will be a booming place. It is chiefly a French settlement
and most of the inhabitants around it are foreigners but they are chiefly a go
ahead people. We had got the information required and so started on our
homeward journey, but it was late when we finally did arrive. The boys
had information that the ferry was washed down river, so decided not to wait
for it, but go about 40 miles north to the bridge.
Saturday
22 April 1911
They started out
the following Saturday and Martin started off for Calgary, George to his own
place leaving me to my own resources. It was very quiet, after being so
lively for a few days of course George returned at night and we had the weekend
together. Some of his horses got out on the road and escaped on the
open prairie during the weekend, we spent a lot of time looking for them,
heard nothing until Martin brought them in on Tuesday. He had bought some
in Olds, and found those that had got away near Olds so he landed back with 6
horses riding on.
This plainly
shows you how far stock can wander without being stopped; they travelled
30 miles and could have gone hundreds more. All through leaving a gate
open.
The
following weeks
We saw one day a
Coyote cross Martin’s place and on another occasion what is a rare thing an
antelope cross within arm’s length of us. We at first only thought it was
an antelope but our belief was confirmed by several other people seeing it and
had been much nearer to it than us.
It is very seldom
one is seen in this part but one may cross occasionally. Badgers and
Gofers are very numerous; they are a sharp little thing similar to a ferret
with a kind of yellow coat in winter, which changes to dark brown in summer.
There are very
pretty birds, small birds are very numerous, lots of ducks and geese in
some parts. Lots of fish too in the creeks and rivers. There are
lots of other kinds of animals but are getting very scarce just now, besides
those mentioned.
A Trip
East Across the Prairie, about May 1911
I will just try
to give a short account of our trip east over the river, as it is nearly
a hundred miles over the open country. Behind a team there ought to be
something of interest although I don’t think I am able to make it, it appears
very interesting.
The
river to the east of Trochu is the Red Deer River which heads eastward from Red
Deer and then south passing about 5 km east of Trochu.
We had been
hurrying along with the work in order to start out and it was not the first time we’d had all
been ready for starting our rather long journey. After doing, however, a
little extra baking and providing for our journey in various ways we started
out one very chilly morning with provisions and tent etc., as of course it
was our intention to camp. It was about 7am when we pulled on to
the road; the team was in good spirits and jolted along at a decent
speed. When starting out a long journey it would not do to run the horses
hard, it is always wise to go slowly. We had to get horses shod at
Trochu so were delayed for a time. We got away again, and had a short
run before dinner, when we came to a creek, loosened our horses, fed them
and had dinner. By this time it had come on to raining, so we knew
worse luck was in store. We did not stay long, but some packed up again
and were off down the trail faster than before.
Trochu
1909
Trochu 1910
Trochu 1911
Rain soon begins
to tell on the earth and the wheels are soon laden with
mud, which makes it heavy for the horses. It rained perhaps two
hours, and again got out a little brighter and the roads dry when the rain
ceases.
For about 20
miles of our journey was over a good trail and quite open country.
Presently we began to come to some bush, and worse roads and to have
more difficulty in finding the right trails. There is some land in this
country called “Thistleback” so called on
account of its being covered with little mounds, similar to mole-hills over
there. This looks very curious, and also feels so when one is riding over
it or gallop in a wagon.
However there is
a lot of speculation on the original cause of this. Some say that it has
been caused by prairie fires, which have eaten away the holes and left the
mounds,. I will not, myself express an opinion, but this does not seem
unreasonable in a dry country like this.
After, however, driving
some 200 miles over the prairie it is not easily forgotten and I just wanted to
describe the condition of roads, in many parts. In a settled part,
where the roads are well kept they are ploughed up and therefore become
level. I think I have forgotten to say, that there are no hard
roads. In bad places they are just ground, they plough up a lot of soil
by the roadside and haul it along by the side of a thing called a slip with two
horses. They have some kind of a thing called a grader which takes quite
a number of horses but as I’ve not seen one that is all I know, and I really
dare not ask our intelligent Canadian about a simple thing like this, they are
really so very wise.
We had
anticipated doing really 50 miles of our journey the first day but we were so greatly hampered by the rain
and bad road that we had to be satisfied with much less. We passed over a
few miles of country that looked just rather peculiar. It was all sloughs
and knobs similar to the turtle back, on a much larger scale, looking very much
like the sea on a rough day. After this we began to get further into the
bush, which gradually gets bigger, and thicker as we go north. The land
is very much cut up by sloughs and lakes, and it is swarming with ducks.
There are two items I will mention here which made things a little more
difficult.
We had brought a
gun and ammunition with us to shoot ducks of course to eat on the way, but this is now the close season for
ducks and chickens and one is liable to be fined, they say ducks are getting
scarce so have to be protected.
The other is the
Sabbath laws. I don’t particularly wish any one to think that we
travel on Sundays but as it was Saturday when we started out I will leave you
in the dark. Well now – a man must not start a journey on Sunday, if he
is out on one then he may go ahead with it, but that is all and do you know the
reason for it? Well – it is not a religious motive that has prompted the
legislation to pass this law. For nobody outside the churches can say
anything about Sunday over here and they are not in the majority. But
that is not the reason; half the people would be working on Sundays and they
would be taking away work and money out of the hands of the others, the result
everybody would have to work to keep par with the rest.
Believe if you
like it will make no difference to me, but I have seen a little of Canada
and its people. Well now – you see the ducks are protected
against vicious men and what’s man protected against? The only answer is:
against himself. So you see this wonderful freedom loving people have
to protect themselves against themselves. They are truly a wonderful
people. However I would not like anyone to think badly of them for
adopting protection for you might get it in England yet.
There is another
piece of law which is more sensible than either of the latter. For leaving
a fire unextinguished we are liable to a fine of $100 and no
alternative. It is said that a man who is the cause of a prairie fire
may as well get of the country without delay so we have to be just most
careful.
I’m afraid I’ve
wandered a long way from my subject but will now try to get back. It was
about 7pm when we drove our team right into the thick bush, where it
would have seemed almost impossible to get them out, but as it was rather a
damp, chilly night we needed shelter so we drove them well in, unpacked and
cleared a space in bush for camping and almost had to cut the horses out.
However we soon had our tent fixed, fire lit and supper ready. We had
much to do and darkness coming in.
A few willows
made a good spring mattress and kept our bed from the damp ground. There was however a duck (a protected
one of course) to shoot, and before bedtime this was dressed and potatoes
prepared for food next morning, just imagine what a busy night we had. It
was quite dark by the time all was done and ready for bed, try and imagine
yourself, lying on a bed made of willows, amongst bush, which happens to be
away on the boundless prairie but will be nothing unless you can hear the
Coyotes howling, ducks quacking, grogs chirping and other pleasant noises but
they soon drummed us to sleep, this was, I believe my first night to sleep in a
tent, but I’m quite certain I never had a better nights
sleep.
The next morning
we wished an early start so it was very necessary to have the fire on in good
time. You’ll remember there was a duck to roast before breakfast;
which was done all in good time.
Our method of
lighting a fire is of course very similar to that adopted by campers and
especially gypsies in England. There were plenty of willow sticks which
burnt very readily. So with a roaring fire almost enough to roast a
bullock, breakfast was soon ready. There were horses to water and feed
and harness so after breakfast we soon packed up and once more ready to
start. It was a fine morning and we were in the midst of some fine
scenery. The roads were in good condition once more after a dry night and
the team jolted on at a good speed. After driving a while we somehow got
off the right trail, and went two miles too far east and found ourselves on the
riverbanks. This delayed us for a time but we soon got to the right
trail. We reached the bridge about 3am. This was a fine spot
surrounded by lovely scenery. The hills and rivers are splendid and the
bridge making a fine picture.
Content is a very
small village situated by the river but was soon
lost to view by the hills, trees and bush. We could have reached
Stettler which was about 18 miles if we had cared to do so, but we thought
after travelling 70 miles in two days we were not doing so badly. We
however went about six miles further and from the road a little way pitched our
tent. We had intended going a little further but we struck some
“Yorkshire folks” and stayed right near their house. They simply
would have us stay, when they knew where we came from. They wanted us to
have supper and breakfast with them, but we declined, however they brought us
out tea. There was just the man and his wife; both Yorkshire and they were the
nicest people I’ve met in this country. They had a really
comfortable log house and seemed to be farming well and doing well and his wife
although she’d not been used to farming, knew almost as much as he did
now. The man had farmed near Scarborough but knew quite a lot about
Cleveland. They kept us talking very late that evening. The
next morning we were not in such a hurry, as we knew we were but within a few
miles of the place we intended staying for a time. It was nearly 9am when
we finally left this place, we now came out into a much better farming country
and the land very good and of course the railroad runs through it so that there
is much more activity going on. We reached shelter about noon, got the
information we needed, unharnessed our horses and had dinner and started out
again four miles north. It came on raining well next day, so we were
delayed a few days as the roads were soon in bad condition. We had
intended going further on to see more land, and probably have gone back another
way over the river, but owing to delay we finally decided to take same route,
so I need not say much about our return. We called upon and lunched with
our Yorkshire friends passing over the bridge in good time the first day.
Stettler
The first evening
we camped in amongst the bush in a sheltered place, quite near a big
ranch. The next morning we lit fire by roadside, where there is not so
much grass so less danger of spreading. We had just sat down by it when a
big drove of cattle came along. I should think 200 head. They were
driving them away to be shipped. The drovers looked very savagely at us
as they knew the cattle would not pass the fire, the only alternative was to
drive them through a big slough, which they did with much difficulty. I
took a snapshot of them, but the morning was not very bright so it did not come
out well. We drove back over nearly same road, we enjoyed the scenery
much.
We come across
some Yankees and they had closed the road up over
their land, which we wanted to be through. They had a dog that had
evidently been worrying a neighbours poultry, they said they didn’t want to
shoot it, would we have it? However we told them we had no use for it,
and they asked us if we would take it ten or twenty miles on our journey and
tie it up against somebody’s door and leave it, so in order not to offend them,
we agreed, after going about a mile we took off the rope and put on its neck a
ticket on which we inscribed; “quite unmanageable, kindly keep it till we come
again and we’ll have it”. We thought we’d show Mr Yankee we would be a
sharp as him for once.
Lang was with us
this time so more of us to do the cooking etc. We lunched just where we
camped the first night out, it was a swelteringly hot day so we had a good
rest, before starting again. Strange to say it came on very cold during
the afternoon and by suppertime we found it advisable to run up our tent, it
was as we thought coming on a hailstorm. However it was not so very bad
and we went on again and by driving very hard, we eventually reached our
journey end. We drove from Stettler to Curlew in two days near 100
miles. Whenever it was possible we drove right through the prairie,
open section and it was nearly 11pm when we surprised Martin’s
housekeeper. The night was very keen and frosty.
I really did not
intend returning to Curlew but going right down to Calgary from Curlew by train. However we decided to go right into
Olds with first train that passed. We were up in good time, but had
to run with luggage only partly packed and just caught some Germans going in so
got started in good time. It was a fearfully cold day and about noon came
on a snowstorm. We expected these fellows would lunch at the stopping
house. So had brought no lunch with us. They had their own lunch
and only stopped by roadside. We had to go without food from breakfast
till we reached Olds about 4pm. Though we had breakfasted early we were
just a bit hungry and cold when we reached town. We got down to Calgary
lake the same evening, but the storm still continued all night, the stock were
in bad condition.
When we reached
Olds we found we were in the hands of rogues. It is usual when given a ride to give them something to
pay for their dinner but they charged us two dollars and a half each,
that being 19/- each, for a ride on a wagon and being about frozen they said
Martin had made a bargain with them, but I knew that was not so or he would
have told us. I at first refused to pay so much but they took possession
of my luggage refusing to give me it till I had paid it. We finally
had to pay up, but “Yankees” are all rogues.
Well – for about
two days all was at a standstill in Calgary as is I supposed always the case in
the country. A wet day or two and everything outside is drawn up to a
standstill, but gets going in a few hours when the rain ceases and it beings to
dry up.
Calgary,
May 1911
I’m afraid I’ve
already written too much but I will fill up the few remaining pages with
something that might chance to be of interest to someone if not, well – there’s
only the wasted ink, and I will count nothing for the time.
Most people who
may chance to see this have doubtless heard a good deal about Canada and this
may probably only remind them of what they already heard before. However I
thought I would write a little on Calgary. as it is (thought
not a western capital) the largest of the prairie towns. I have now
lived in it for over a month. I may claim to know a little about it,
and what I write here I shall never write in letters, so if there is anything
worthwhile remember it.
Calgary may truly
be taken as a type of the western towns, with however the exception of one
thing which is I think a great blundering oversight on the part of those
who had laid it out and planned it and will always be a great drawback.
This is the extreme narrowness of the streets, which are much narrower
than those of Winnipeg which is of course quite an old town compared to
Calgary. Many of the streets are not much old country streets in England
(England is always called the “old country” here and of course is so to us) but
I will I hope in spite of this drawback show you that it is a long way ahead of
England.
Many English
people, I believe, have a notion that what we call a town over here is just a
small insignificant place made up by a few hundred homesteads and ranches and I
may say if this is the idea you entertained of Calgary you may dismiss it at
once, but think of it as a very important city. It is always called
the “City” and rightly so.
At the taking of
the last census I believe Calgary had a population of 32,000. The census
is at present being taken, and it is rumoured it will be 50,000. I
am not sure how often the census is taken, but it is not every 10 years as in
the “old country” but I think every two or three. I believe Calgary
had 7 or 8 years ago only 5,000 people. I may be wrong with these
figures but I know it was a very low figure. Well now – I will try to
describe to you what Calgary is like. It is surrounded by hills not very
high but the city lies in a basin. If you climb up any of the hills,
you look down on it, and you can see almost every building and I will leave you
to imagine what a fine view this is. It is also surrounded on every side
by a river. It splits in two at I think the west end of the town and runs
right out into a very wide circle forming an Island. This river, of course,
accounts for the hills, the island has been chosen as the town site.
She has not
been satisfied with the limited space inside the river, but has burst
out on almost every side and it is clambering over the hills at a rapid
pace, in spite of the fact that there is a lot of land still inside, yet to
build upon, most of which is held by speculators at a very high price.
The river, is of
course, only shallow, not however too much so for suicides etc. as only a week
ago a woman deliberately threw herself into it and a few days previous to that
a horse was also drowned in it.
It is bridged
on all sides and the trains run over. There are two sections
over the river, which are almost like little towns. East Calgary and
“Crescent Heights” are their names. The rivers namely “Bow River” and
“Elbow River”. These are all laid out on a throw system, also
named on a system. One part they are called “Avenues” and another
street the Avenues run east and west at site north and south. Beginning
at the north side close to river 1st Avenue and counting up to
something near twenty on the south. Then we begin at Centre Street of
course in centre of town then 1st Street East and 1st West and so on
running into turns at each side of the centre. Well – this is hardly worth
mentioning for you probably know it all, however, this is the American
system all over, I think, and is adopted all over Canada at any rate in all
the new places.
The streets
each way are perfectly straight, crossing each other at right angles
everywhere, so as you go through the streets, at a certain distance you come to
a crossroad, cutting the buildings into blocks. In the main streets two
rows of buildings are arranged back to back, and have a back road which is
rather narrow, through which the telephone and electric wires run, also much
heavy traffic which helps the main streets a good deal.
The Avenues with
the exception of the two chief ones, are all lined with trees. Many have trees inside gardens and a
row outside the footpaths and in some parts the footpaths are already
overturning with trees and thick bush at this time of the year and look simply
splendid. Most of the houses, have gardens also trees planted. Lawns
are well kept and the flowers look fine. It is quite a common
sight to see ladies gardening and in the evening watering their lawns and
flowers with hosepipes, water is very plentiful. There are in Calgary
some beautiful residences, gardens and grounds splendidly laid
out.
The
first three motor buses hit Calgary streets in 1907, and two years later the
municipally owned street railway system, with seven miles of track, opened in
Calgary. The immediately popular street railway system reached 250,000
passengers per month by 1910.
The
privately owned MacArthur Bridge (precursor to the Centre Street Bridge over
the Bow River) opened in 1907 which provided for residential expansion north of
the Bow River.
The
early-1910s saw real estate speculation hit Calgary, with property prices
rising significantly with growing municipal investment, CPR's decision to
construct a car shop at Ogden set to employ over 5,000 people, the projected
arrival of the Grand Trunk Pacific and Canadian Northern Railways in the city
and Calgary's growing reputation as a growing economic hub. The period
between 1906 and 1911 was the largest population growth period in the city's
history, expanding from 11,967 to 43,704 inhabitants in the five-year period.
Several ambitious projects were started during this period including a new City
Hall, the Hudson's Bay Department Store, the Grain Exchange Building, and the
Palliser Hotel, this period also corresponded to the end of the "Sandstone
City" era as steel frames and terracotta facades such as the Burns
Building (1913) which were prevalent in other North American cities overtook
the unique sandstone character of Calgary
Nearly all the
houses have balconies and there with trees, lawns and
flowers etc and the neatness of houses look decidedly attractive. They
are, of course, mainly of wood, with shingled roofs. It would be quite
safe to say 80% are wood, but they are very nearly finished and painted chiefly
white and green.
At present I
am residing in 1st Street East and I can go out and look away
from this from the centre of town and miles away at each end, land away out of
town. At each side of road it is lined with trees which look extremely
pretty; viewing them along such a distances as this, but by that I again wished
to show the extreme straightness of the streets. Many people think
streets don’t look so straight as crooked (especially English folks) but I like
them much better and think they are much more convenient. And its most
easy to find ones way about. Numbers are on Street corners and sometimes
carved in cement under ones feet.
You will
understand that a town like this, which has grown in a few years from
nothing, owing to the lack of labour, street developing is a good deal
behind and by no means are the roads all paved, as it is only in the summer
months that this sort of work can be carried out to any large extent, but as
you walk round the town, you may perhaps pass half a dozen gangs of men at
work, (as much as 100 in a gang) tearing up the streets, preparing them and
laying tram lines. A week later, you may pass by again and find them
perhaps a mile away, or in the side street, having left behind them a
perfectly new fine street and line. This is how the work is going on in
whatever direction you take.
In order to show
you how work is progressing I will try and describe to you just
one contraction I was interested in a little while ago and had the opportunity
of watching them for a few days and getting to know a little about it.
They were hauling gravel for the city and also some private firms, the city is
the Council usually called the Corporation in England. They had when I
saw them last about 30 teams on and about 20 men to fill the wagon at the
gravel pit. The man with team does but drive the horses whilst the men
fill it and are moving around in a rush all the time, and each man drives right
away to town as soon as loaded. Each one carries 1½ yards by measurement,
which I think is 2 tons in weight. This firm had demand for more than 1000
yards per day. They build a large camp and have about 70 teams on now, I
expect and camp them out of town, I don’t know how many men they will
have.
They mix the
gravel with cement and pour it down in cartloads and of course making it perfectly level it is
mixed by steam. They next find some smooth composition on the top which
makes the roads like iron. The soft roads, which are not yet paved get as hard
as some roads in very dry weather but when a little rain comes, things are in a
very short time very muddy and almost impassable.
The tram lines
are very often laid before the streets are paved but I believe are torn up as soon as paving
operations being. The roads when once paved, are not always needing
repairs. The main streets are paved with bricks. There is also all
the building going on in the town on every street new buildings are being
raised and very rapidly and every important new building is an improvement on
the last. There is at present some very large buildings on the way.
The CPR is building a very big hotel near the station, the Hudson Bay Co. are
building large stores that will take years to complete.
There is a hotel
quite near almost completed. Seven storeys high, it is a
brick building and has a lift. I’ve been dozen of times up its winding
stairway, only this morning I was standing on the roof, so I know what its like climbing up the steps. The roofs are all
flat, it is an exceedingly fine building, and entirely equipped with
everything modern.
All the centre of
the town is built of stone and brick, the large business places, banks which
are very numerous and Post Offices etc. This morning from roof of
building I’ve referred to I had a splendid view of the whole town and could see
the Rocky Mountains very clearly.
The tram service I think I ought to mention. They do
not run in every street but every other. Cars are very similar to
those of England but do not work on the same reversible principle. They turn
round or at least at points. They run in a circle and turn bodily round.
I think they usually run round and round the city.
Last week was a
week of tragedy for Calgary. I have already referred to one and I
think the same day a poor woman was killed being run over with a car having got
off one and stepped right in front of another and was dragged along way under
the fender of cars. A most horrible death. Only a few days
afterwards a baby was found in the river and a day or two before all this a man
shot a policeman. This of course all fills up the newspapers.
The station is
very small for a place like this, but the Railway
Companies are very independent unless there is danger of another Company coming
in and then they’ll do anything.
Every house has
electric light, and when going to bed, we only
have an electric lamp to switch on; no fiddling with gas metres, or “penny in
the slot” etc. also telephones, we can phone from our own room door to any part
of town.
There are some
very fine churches in Calgary. The
Methodists, Wesley and Dimitives are in this country
amalgamated.
The Church of
England is also a very large place and there are also lots of smaller places
all over the town. Presbyterians, Baptists Congregationalists all have
their own churches.
The Canadian
soldiers are at present camping a little way out of town. I saw this afternoon a large batch of
them pass through all mounted. I believe most of them are mounted.
They could never get over the prairie on foot. There will be a big
parade on Coronation Day and I expect to get a few snapshots. It will
be a general holiday in Calgary and there is lots of sport.
The
coronation of George V was on 22 June 1911.
The car fares, I forgot to mention are rather different to
England. The conductors I understand buy tickets and sell them at a
certain rate.
You can purchase
eight tickets for a quarter or 25 cents and with one of these you ride as far
as you wish. I do not exactly know the price of one ticket but it will
not be less than five cents, as that is the least coin used in this part of the
world. You cannot use a cent this side of Winnipeg if you want a single
stamp you pay five centres, of course you can get five cent stamps with
it. Any kind of newspaper is five cents. Although you can get any
weekly sent for one dollar per year. That is less than two cents off each
copy.
Motor cars are
very much used, on fine clear nights the streets are
full of them. When the police have to conduct main corners. They
are very numerous in the day and even in bad weather when the roads are very
muddy they go running and splashing about. They travel on roads English
folks would say would ruin a car and big fine cars too. There are several
big motor cars and many of them hire their cars out.
Another important
item, I think I have not mentioned is the fire brigade. They are
very numerous and are posted in every part of the town and have every
modern appliance and staff of men on the spot always. They each have the
horses ready and motor cars. The Captain rides ahead in car which makes a
loud whistling noise which everybody understands and so makes a clear coast for
it.
They have
everything fixed in three minutes, when the bell
rings and they’re very often out in less.
They are of
course, often being called out for the smallest outbreak as if it got a good
hold it might mean half the town being destroyed. The firemen are all
drilled and thoroughly trained and always in uniform.
The horses, I am
told, are so well trained that when the fire bell rings the stable door is
automatically opened, the horses walk immediately into their places under their
harness which is hanging on the roof and by the touch of a spring the harness
is lowered and just clasped on almost in one piece.
The men are
instantly in their places, therefore they are easily away in three minutes.
The stations are
all open for one to examine. Of course I know you have all these things in
England.
One night they
were called out I was out in the street with my camera but although the sun had
not set it was cut off the scene by tall buildings. My films are now
being developed but I don’t expect anything.
Last night I went
to hear a London Congregationalist, principal of Hackney College; he was an old
gentleman, but delivered a good speech.
There are lots of
political meetings in town and all parties are represented, even
the socialists. I have not heard of the suffragettes but the women are
organised in some way. Only tonight I noticed a meeting would be
addressed by a lady a social reformer and if I’d known where the church was I
should have gone. I should like to see the suffragettes out here!!!
There is all
nationalities in Calgary but most are Chinese, or as they are termed here “Chinks”. They have laundries,
restaurants and some of them stores. There is in one part nothing but
Chinks. They go about hunting laundry and bring it right back. As I write
this the “old fool” who takes mine has just brought it in. He comes every
Saturday night somewhere about midnight. Sometimes everybody is in
bed. However they are useful in their way, especially since there is a
scarcity of women.
There are also a
great many squaws of both sexes. With blankets
and shawls tied about them and beads hanging around their necks. Some of
them look very inhuman. They go round amongst the dustbins sorting out
all the rubbish.
I think I have
already told you how very smart the people of Calgary are, but a lot of
them talk as though they had a big crust in their throats and to see them
going about chewing you would really think something was wrong.
I believe if you look in the dictionary you will find I’m not far wrong when I
say they “chew their cuds”. Every shop sells chewing gum and it is very
largely used by those who don’t indulge in the other sort.
I do not know if
I have already mentioned the cost of living here or not. But everything
is just about twice as much as in England and it is impossible to get room
and board under six dollars per week that being 25/- and at the Hotels two
dollars per day.
I notice they are
having on “Coronation Day” several different races, horse races, foot races,
and sports. It is going to be quite lively and there is to be a big
parade with the soldiers.
The streets are
full of soldiers every night from camp but they are not the well
disciplined men we see in England, they have
glorious fine uniforms, but the men are not this. Some of them look
more like escaped convicts but I think they are mostly rescues or
territorials or some such. However I suppose they are very brave fellows.
I have been
reading tonight in the overseas Daily Mail (so called but which is a weekly
printed specially in London for overseas) that you’ve had the finest month in
May, that you have had for a lot of years and I was thinking things must have
had a turn since I left for it has usually been a miserable month.
The Editor speaks
of a great heat wave and the pretty flowers that are blossoming in the parks
and gardens of London and I think perhaps you must have had some April
showers. I suppose London will never have been so pretty as it is going
to be next week and I really feel as though I should like to be there, but I’m
afraid I’m too late. We get lots of news and lies in the Canadian
papers. If there is a by election in England or Lord Roseberry makes a
speech or Chamberlain sends a letter to the press, we have it here next day,
but we don’t often get the real thing I’m afraid. By the phoney
papers the English public are just about murdering (or as we say lynching) our
Prime Minister, but whatever they do they can’t get over the fact that Canada
has been well ruled.
Since I came out
we have had all kinds of weather, snow, frost, hail, rain and heat and it has
not appeared to me so very much different to the English climate but now it
seems to be getting hotter every day and today June 19 it is intense.
According to
reports, Canada is going to have what the papers term as a bumper crop and I think the moist spring, must have been
favourable to all kinds of crops. There is just off the lake, a
large Indian reserve been sold, somewhere in Calgary and district and land has
been making very high prices. I suppose the Indians are being moved away
to another part out of the way.
I met the man who
sat next me at table on board a few days ago, also another man who travelled to
Winnipeg with me and yesterday I met a painter who travelled on the “Canada” on
his next voyage and they had had a similar voyage.
I have now
reached the last page so will not write any more. I think I have already
too much, much of which is not at all interest, but if one really wished to
write more there is plenty to write about but no doubt would take a lot if time and would be necessary to look up facts regards the
country and study a little of its history.
There is
certainly plenty of scope for those who wished to take the trouble and had the
time. There is however lots of good books on Canada but there is no
reason why there should not be others forthcoming.
Well – I must
say Canada will be a prosperous country in the future and it is quite up to
anything I expected of it. So I am quite satisfied. If anyone
should require further information please let me know.
Calgary is all
bustle and hurry for the Coronation. A big
arch is being erected in Centre Street which is to be donated and the City will
be very smart. The Town Hall is already decorated on the outside and looks
fine. Two huge guns standing in front. George saw the King in very
large letters. The shops are all full of Coronation goods and “Union
Jacks” and they say Canada is not loyal but all sane folks in Canada are loyal
to the “Old Country”.
J Farndale
Curlew PO
Alberta
Canada